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She could feel the brothers drawing power. The ground thrummed under her feet. The sunlight grew fingers that clawed along her skin. She had to breathe through it before it choked her.
But even with Hunter standing there, proving Michael’s claims, she didn’t believe he was the Guide.
So she left the brothers and walked across the grass toward him.
Hunter held up a hand when she’d made it halfway. “Are you with them?”
She didn’t stop walking—Hunter didn’t frighten her. “I’m not with anybody. And I don’t think I’m the one who needs to answer questions.”
He was pale. Sweating a bit, but steady. He glanced from her to the brothers and back. “Becca, if you’re not with them, then you need to get out of here.”
“Why, so you can kill them?”
“Becca. Go.”
“Did you track me?” she demanded. “All that crap about confidence and courage and making me sober. Total crap, right? Are you an Earth like Michael?”
“No.” He glanced behind her, and his posture tightened. Casper growled. “Becca, go.”
She didn’t turn to look. She knew who was behind her. “Did you track me, Hunter?”
He winced. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought you were one of them.” He said the words in a rush. “Becca, you need to go.”
Then she felt the power through the ground, the burn of sunlight against her skin.
Michael spoke from behind her. “Why does she need to go anywhere?”
“It can’t be him,” said Gabriel. “I don’t feel it.”
Becca’s feet felt rooted to the ground, locked in place in the athletic field, a hundred times stronger than the night she’d tried to escape Chris’s house. Her breath caught.
“I feel it,” said Michael. “He was at the house last night.”
“You got lucky,” said Hunter, his voice sharper than she’d ever heard. “It won’t happen again.”
Casper was snarling beside him, but apparently he couldn’t move, either.
“Lucky?” said Michael. He wasn’t rooted at all. He stepped up beside her, looking down at Hunter, just out of arm’s reach. “Just how lucky do you feel right now, kid?”
“Pretty lucky,” said Hunter.
And then he pulled out the gun.
CHAPTER 37
“Holy shit,” Becca whispered. Hunter had the gun pointed straight at Michael’s face.
Michael was so still beside her, she wasn’t sure he was breathing.
She wasn’t sure she was.
“No powers,” Hunter said. “I can pull this trigger faster than you can call elements.”
“Want to bet?” said Gabriel. She heard the flick of a lighter.
